John gazed at Roselyn hesitatenly, not fully sure of his capability of controlling himself. Another doubt that left him unable to take a decision was about Roselyn's nature.

She wasn't human, she was a fairy of life. Banshees' nature had always been a mistery for the supernatural word as their powers were so strong that people never gave them the chance to experiment their powers. The few banshee who weren't discovered or killed were either too afraid to use their powers or they never found out their truest nature.

Maybe his bite would kill her or maybe he was worrying in vain and it won't even harm her.

The noises intensified, he couldn't hesitate anymore. There was just one chance he could make. He took a long breath and placed his hands to grip around Roselyn's thigh, his grip was tightened and before he leaned close to her leg he gave her one last glance waiting for her consent.

Roselyn nodded, she trusted him and she knew that he would never hurt her.

John finally leaned close, his gaze traveled exploring the area of her skin exposed, it was so smooth and flawless. He caressed the soft skin and inhaled her floral scent. John's fangs approached her leg, and when they penetrated into her skin, Roselyn narrowed her eyes in pain.

She felt like a sharp knife sank into her skin yet she managed to bear the pain narrowing her eyes and clenching her fists.

John's eyes flashened with a different light, stronger than the usual, it was like the usual red turned into a new bright one. His pupils dilatated as his fangs kept sinking in sucking the blood, like if he was a missing castaway drinking the last drops of water.

The pain became more excruciating and Roselyn whimpered in pain.

John was savoring the blood and the more he drank from it, the more that taste got him addicted. It tasted better than human's blood. It was like he had been starving for years and now that he finally drank blood, he couldn't let go. He didn't even hear Roselyn's laments as he was immersed in the unique savor of her blood.

Roselyn's vision blurried and all of a sudden she began to feel dizzy. "John! John!" She yelled, shaking his hands but he was unable to hear her and depart.

Meanwhile, the army kept digging in the shield of ramification and were trying to tear it off with either their flags, or their claws or with their powers. Her heart's beat accelerated and she began to tremble. It was perhaps a matter of minutes before they destroyed her protection and found their way to break in their room.

All of a sudden she felt the pain stopped when John's fangs had quickly came out from her skin.

"I'--I'm sorry." John whispered as he removed his jacket and tightly tied it around her wound like if it was a bandage.

His lips were still bloodstained, and his fangs were sharper and longer than the usual. It was like he was revived and thanks to Roselyn's blood he empowered of energy.

John licked the remaining blood he had on his lips and helped Roselyn to get up. As soon as she got up, her vision cleared and she felt her wound slowly healing. A burst of energy ran troughtout all her body.

She stretched her hands, almost uncosciously and when her eyes shut, a wave of wind strongly pushed the creatures bodies many meters away. The ones in the bottom hit the wall and were crushed by the other creatures' bodies impaction. Their weight left the creatures who were crashed, unconscious as they fell down the ground.

John smiled in disbelief, his gaze kept darting from the scene he was watching back to his wife, like if he didn't believe in his eyes. Contrary to his expectations, biting her didn't harm her either it turned her into a vampire. Instead, it made her stronger.

Roselyn smiled to him as well, he wasn't the only one not believing in his eyes. John reached for her hand and she took it without hesitation to hold it tightly.

Maybe they had some chances of winning the war. Maybe they weren't completely hopeless.

"Rose!" John called, catching her attention.

"I have to explain you how a supernatural battle takes place." He started, waiting for her to reply before beginning to explain. Roselyn nodded, carefully listening.

"In the first rows there are usually the weakest creatures. In case we beat them or knock them down we will slowly fight against the stronger ones. As my father's murderer is in command of the army, I suppose he will be the last one we have to defeat." John's voice echoed in the room, although the hubbub drown out the sound of John's voice, Roselyn still managed to hear it.

After a brief silence, John spoke again, "I must ask you to try to take down most of the creatures. Even if you don't kill them, knock them down will still be enough and won't drain you out of energy. And when the murderer will be the only one left I can have all my energies to finally kill him when he is most vulnerable."

Roselyn was skeptical about his plan, although it did sound plausible.

But was she able to take down mostly of the men by herself? She swallowed down hard and limited herself to nod as she gave a deadpan expression.

"We can do it, my love." John's voice was low and sent shivers to ran down Roselyn's spine. Hearing him calling her like that, drawn a smile on her face and without realizing it, she held tighter his hand.

Few creatures successfully passed through the shield of ramifications that Roselyn created by opening a fissure in the middle of it.

The stream of creatures reached them in extreme speediness.. Roselyn held her breath as she quickly shut her eyes and clenched her fists focusing all her energy to counteract the imminent attack.